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Apr 2011
I like the way that you hold your guitar, just as if it were the center of your being and all your smiles and scars were as engraved as you pretend I am upon your heart

We both know that it’s a ploy and we don’t stop, we dig right in with vengeance customary of the long-forgotten crusades against the ones we thought were wrong

And if I’ve ever kissed you a goodbye, please forget me now or sometime soon, you see, I only kiss the people I dislike, and please forgive me post haste

But don’t forget to tip the waiter, you always did, or was that just to con me into putting my arm ‘round your waist in an apology for paying my own way, I’ll never know

Your eyes reminded me of pearls, every time, and they opened up into the color of the sky on the brightest night, or can you ever understand just what this means

I couldn’t ever get over your tears, they stung me as if they’d been my own blood

You held me as if you were trying to imprint urgency into my soul to match the depth of loneliness you thought I held to cover up my ears, but you were wrong

Because the way I toss and turn and twist when I’m asleep you were so concerned that I had something you could not repair, renew, replace with silken sincere sweetness

But cold and desolate is something that I could never be, I’m built off center without the bit that programs things important such as
Self-preserving fear and envy, things that people say I need or I’ll just end up broken down somewhere, I don’t believe you, I can see just how you set things up to your advantage, that’s a human thing, rest assured, and do not be so afraid,
There’s so much reason to the way you think and feel

So I’ll take your hand as we walk to the tracks, I will not kiss you a goodbye, my precious friend we have told too much, the stories overlap and run.

I’ll turn to you as you tug on my arm, you think perhaps there’s one last chance to keep me here, don’t waste your time, Farewell, I loved you all the way

Your eyes reminded me of pearls, reflected from the bottom of the ocean up into the starry sky
Because you always trusted the letters I wrote to you more.
Antoinette Christensen
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